Bad Religion Progress

And progress
Is never intelligently planned
Its the facade of our heritage
The odor of our land

They speak of progress
In red, white and blue
It's the structure of the future
As demise comes seething through

It's progress
'Til there's nothing left to gain
As the dearth of new ideas
Makes us wallow in our shame

So before you go to contribute more
To the destruction of this world you adore
Remember life on earth is but a flash of dawn
We're all a part of it as the day rolls on

And progress
Is a message that we send
One step closer to the future
One inch closer to the end

I say progress
Is a synonym of time
We are all aware of it
But it's nothing we refine

And progress
Is a debt we all must pay
It's convenience we all cherish
It's pollution we disdain

And the cutting edge is dulling
Too many people to plow through
Just keep your fucking distance
and it can't include you

It's progress
'Til there's nothing left to gain
It's progress
It's a message that we send
And progress
Is a debt we all must pay